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Anna Letitia Barbauld

poet, children's writer, literary critic, essayist, writer

1743  – 1825

Anna Laetitia Barbauld was a prominent English poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, and author of children's literature. A prominent member of the Blue Stockings Society and a "woman of letters" who published in multiple genres, Barbauld had a successful writing career that spanned more than half a century.

All Quotes by Anna Letitia Barbauld

“The most characteristic mark of a great mind is to choose some one important object, and pursue it for life.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“Flowers, the sole luxury which nature knew,They spring to cheer the sense, and glad the heart.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“I read his awful name, emblazon'd highWith golden letters on th' illumin'd sky.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“Life! we've been long togetherBid me "Good-morning."”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“Come calm content serene and sweet,To find thy hermit cell.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“OH! hear a pensive captive's prayer,Against the prisoner's cries.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“If e'er thy breast with freedom glow'd,A free-born mouse detain.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“The chearful light, the vital air,The common gifts of heaven.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“The well-taught philosophic mind And feels for all that lives.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“So when unseen destruction lurks, And break the hidden snare.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,And souls are ripened in our northern sky.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“It is to hope, though hope were lost.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“So fades a summer cloud away;So dies a wave along the shore.”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld
“When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!”
— Anna Letitia Barbauld